I Am Yours

My Darling…
Loving you has changed me forever. Life will never be the same again. Through the ups and downs; the chills and spills; the good days and bad days; and everything living can throw at us I am yours.

By a writer unknown/author anonymous
wpid-old_coupleLove
puts
the
fun
in
together,
the
sad
in
apart,
and
the
joy
in
a
heart.

My Everything

My Love…
You are my best friend, my shoulder to lean on, the one person I know I can count on. You’re the love of my life, you’re my one and only, you’re my everything. Sharing life with you is the sweetest thing I’ve ever known.

Television personality, fashion designer, and author Lauren Conrad
5-things-that-every-man-wants-in-his-wifeLove
is
not a
maybe
thing,
you know
when you
love
someone.

Locked In Embrace

My Darling…
I love when we hug how our bodies fit together. From head to foot there’s barely an inch where your and my form does not make contact when we are locked in embrace.

From “P.S. I Love You” by Irish novelist Cecelia Ahern
629px-Hug-a-Girl-Who-Is-Shorter-Than-You-Step-4EDITMost of all
she loved
that when
she hugged
him her head
would rest
neatly just
below his chin,
where she
could feel
his breath
lightly blowing
her hair and
tickling her head.

When Your Skin Meets Mine

My Love…
There are those special times when the only witnesses are you and me. By candlelight or in the daytime; in bed or in the kitchen, wherever we are when your skin meets mine is sweeter than the time before.

From “I Love Your Smile” by American poet Ronnie Doe
1310356149485_fI love
your charms,
your loving arms
How you
hold me
so tenderly
I love
the bliss,
the happiness
When you’re
making sweet
love to me.

A Step Without Feet

My love…
My heart soars higher than ever before. My mind sees into what was previously obscured. Life has never meant more to me nor have I ever been so certain I could give it up to save someone if necessary. You are that ‘someone’.

13th-century Persian poet and Sufi mystic known as Rumi
dawns-necklaceThis is love:
to fly toward
a secret sky,
to cause a
hundred veils
to fall each
moment.
First to
let go
of life.
Finally,
to take
a step
without
feet.

Flame of the Heart

My Love…
Expressing the contents of my heart is difficult, but please don’t let that cause you to misunderstand. Notice closely when my hand touches you or I look into your eyes because it is then my love is most fully expressed.

From “Willow”, the debut novel by Donna Lynn Hope
candle_flame1She has
fallen
in love
with
the man
with
the quiet
strength,
the confident
humility
and the hands
that show
the flame
of the heart.

Without the Clay Between

My Love…
Each night before sleeping I pray: May we always be together; strong in the face of challenge with tenderness that never becomes calloused. May we never lose our innocence and play as young lovers no matter how many years go past.

From the 19th Century poem “Silent Love” by Frances S. Osgood

moss rose!! imagesCA4VY9V1Let our love be still;
a folded flower,
A pure, moss
rose-bud blushing
to be seen,
Hoarding its balm
and beauty
for that hour
When souls
may meet without
the clay between.

Living a Dream

My Love…
I wonder how was I so lucky to have you fall in love with me. Some time in the waking haze of morning my first thought is you are only a character in a nighttime fantasy. Then I look over, see you and realize I am living a dream.

By an obscure writer known only as Jaesse Tyler

0418-happy-couple-on-couch_smI’m
so
in
love,
every
time
I
look
at
you
my
soul
gets
dizzy.

Do you Long for Me?

I love…
…how you get “goose bumps” and shutter with delight when I kiss and nibble on your left shoulder. In such moments we melt together. Reality beyond us no longer exists.

From the song “Do You Long For Me Tenderly” by Elsa Schieder,
Angel Navarro photodo you long for me tenderly
do you long for my embrace
do you long for me tenderly
do you long to touch softly
your palm to my face
do you long to hold me
do you long to caress
do you long to love me
with tenderness

Not Always Forceful

Love…
…saved me. The caring of friends began my healing, the support of a former lover was good medicine and learning to love myself was the cure. Strength is not always forceful and bold. Love is tender, gentle and arrives softly, but is strong beyond measure.

American psychiatrist and author Karl A. Menninger
2b7071c0dd5430850a5d5cdin7 photo for blog editLove
cures
people,
both
the
ones
who
give
it
and
the
ones
who
receive
it.